Did You Rude Today

09/26/2005

http://www.rudepundit.blogspot.com/

I want to bear this man children....or something.

RQM

STB ON THE ROAD

STB is in his car 18 miles from home. Yes, he has traveled 18 miles in four hours.
He is okay and promises not to let road rage rear its ugly head.
Thank goodness for cell phones.
When we talk again, I'll post his location.
RQM

HE'S A TRAVELIN MAN

I just got off the phone with MY/OUR friend STB.
He will be headed for Laredo before the crack of dawn.
I'm worried about him.
I'm glad he's planned ahead,
I'm proud of him.
I know how hard it is to get real about your own safty.
But Damn, he is alone and doing this "running for your life
shit" alone, well that has to suck.
Even so, he can run, so it's not so bad.
And he'll have that great wit and wonderful sense
of humor to keep him company.
And us, we'll be with him every mile of way.
RQM

WHY DOES RQM HATE AMERICA

My cuz has been updating me about a events near her where some parents don't want there to be a Gay-Straight Alliance club at school. The gist is, they don't want the school "teaching my child about sex".

And there it is, the elephant in the room, as STB would say.

Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex.

I hate this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

I hate it that the voices that get heard the most always always ALWAYS imply/scream that all we are....IS SEX.

What is wrong with this country?

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex is all those good folks talk about, but it's always always ALWAYS about other peoples sex.

Oh wow, my brain has just turned on and I get it, I finally get it.

It's penis envy.

RQM

I take it back, RQM doesn't hate America. Fact is, RQM cannot be bothered to hate cause it's time for THIS AMERICAN LIFE. How could there be any hate in the world when we have Ira Glass, hubba hubba.
Ya know what, and OMG, maybe it is only about sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.

8:02 PM, effing shit, no TAL, no Ira, another benifit concert for the hurricane.
WHAT ABOUT ME!!! WHAT ABOUT ME!!!

SISTER FRIEND

I've got a great sister. Not only is she a sister, she is a mom, a granny, a friend, and she has the best laugh.
When she visited recently we were on our way to Target when I felt an electric shock coming from under the drivers seat.
I've been worried about my ten year old car, things starting to "go". I've replaced tires, ignition, something that was making noise in the right front tire area. But I really want it last another year and NOT have to invest any money. I related all this to her when I felt that shock and expressed my worst case scenario (wcs), that the electric system was going and that would mean way too much cash needed. A mile or so later, I felt it again and she began asking questions I didn't have the answers for. Have you, did you, when did you, blah blah blah.
When we arrived at Target I needed the loo and excused myself. While I was in the loo the car shocked me again and it was then I realized....

The cell phone had been ringing.

I told her the car had shocked me again in the loo and pulled my cell from my pocket and she burst out laughing, then I started laughing, we were holding each other up laughing holding on to a shopping cart.

I recieved the article below from her yesterday.
You might need your magnifier.
RQM

Let Them Eat Quilt

I've been being like, "let them eat quilt", that's been my escape from these feelings of helplessness.

I read and I reread and I listen and I watch and I send my paltry donations and all I really want to do is turn off, tune out, pack the girl dogs and leave the country.

Our votes don't count.

Our monies are wasted.

No one takes responsibility.

No one is held responsible.

The "other" party?
What other party?

Where/who is the voice of outrage? WHY aren't they screaming on air to anyone who will listen.

By the end of this day,9-11, I expect someone to say, let's all join hands and sing FEELINGS.

If you are looking for me, I'll be brushing up on my Italian.
Trapuntare, n., "to quilt'.

RQM